Chapter 16: The State of Fear (2)
Kirton came home from the library, Mom was preparing dinner, and Dad was coming home from work, sitting on the couch and watching TV. Mom said to Kirton, "Come back just in time, go wash your hands and get ready to eat." β
Kirton went to the kitchen to wash his hands and sat down at the table. Dad put down the remote control in his hand, sat down too, and asked by the way, "Kirton, what are you doing outside all day?" β
Kirton said, "I'll tell you when my mom sits down." β
Dad was stunned for a moment, in fact, he just asked casually, but he didn't expect to get such a serious answer from his son. He took another look at Corton's gloomy face, and concluded in his heart that his son was out causing trouble.
Mom took off the apron around her waist and walked over and said, "What are you two doing sitting here?" Why don't you go to the meal? Do you want me to serve home? β
Kirton said with a stern expression: "Mom, don't be busy with the meal yet, you sit down, I have something very important to tell you." β
Mom and Dad looked at each other, sat down slowly, and asked uneasily, "What's important?" Kirton, you're not going to be in trouble out there, are you? Did you hit someone while riding a bike? β
"It's not going to be a fight with someone outside, is it?" Dad asked sternly.
Kirton sighed: "Don't guess, it's not these thingsβbut it's much more serious than these things, and you have to be mentally prepared." β
Mom and Dad's eyes widened. Mom, in particular, held her breath nervously. As a mother, she knows very well that once her son, who is usually swaggering, talks to herself with such a serious expression, something must be wrong - the last time was when Kirton was in his second year of junior high school, and that day Kirton said gloomily that he broke a laptop worth more than 6,000 yuan and finally beat him up by his father - but this time he was dozens of times more serious than last time. As a result, my mother even consciously held on to the dining table, afraid that what Corton said next would make her faint.
While Mom and Dad were staring at him, Cotton suddenly realized that he didn't know where to start, and after a moment's hesitation, he chose the one that would most catch the listener's attention: "I found out with a few of my friends that the end of the world is coming on December 31, 2012." β
"What? Doomsday? Mom and Dad looked at each other again, "What do you mean?" β
That's what it means. On December 31, 2012, the Earth will be wiped out, and almost all humanity will be wiped out! β
Mom leaned her head forward, "So, you didn't cause any trouble today?" β
"Nope." Kirton said irritably, "Stop making that guess, okay?" I'm telling you about the big things about the survival of the earth, so don't think about the trivial things, okay? β
"Oh......" Mom let out a long sigh of relief, stroking her chest, "Great, you just wanted to tell us about itβI thought you had made some big leak out there." β
"I'm going to serve dinner." Dad stood up and walked into the kitchen. "Ho, eat mung bean porridge today, it's good."
Kirton was dumbfounded, feeling his mind go into a state of confusion, and for a moment he didn't even understand who had lost his basic judgment. When Dad came back from dinner, Kirton said incredulously, "I want to invite you...... Wait a minuteβisn't the end of the world as important as me getting into trouble outside? β
"What day do you think the end of the world will come?" Dad picked up the chopsticks and asked.
"In 2012! Do you know what year it is? In 2009! Have you calculated how long it will be in between? β
"Why is the world destroyed?" Mom took a chopstick dish and put it in her mouth, "Alas, the eggs are a little old and scrambled." β
Kirton suddenly felt panicked, and he felt that before answering this question, he should first let his mother understand the difference between the existence value of the earth and the egg.
Seeing that Cotton didn't speak, Dad changed the question: "How do you know that the end of the world will come in 2012?" Looking at it online? β
Before Cotton could speak, his mother picked up the topic: "I think the state should now strictly manage and rectify the Internet, especially some non-standard small websites, which have a lot of pornographic and violent content or irresponsible bizarre theories - this is completely corrosive to young people, so that many students nowadays are unable to establish a correct view of right and wrong." Take the boy in my class as an example, he joined a group in an online game, and last week he ran away from home to meet netizens in other places, don't you say this is leading people astray? β
"Hey, by the way, has that student been found now? Parents must be in a hurry, right? Dad asked with interest as he ate.
Without saying a word, Kirton stood up, left the table, and walked towards his room. Mom shouted, "Kirton, why don't you eat?" β
"It's full." Kirton replied with a gloomy expression.
"Well, you're not done yet." Dad seemed to remember something, "What do you think the end of the world is about?" β
"Nothing." Kirton said disheartened, closing the door to his room as he slammed it shut.
Mom sighed, "Hey, something is wrong with this kid today. I don't know if I'm causing trouble outside, and I didn't tell us the truth, or I'm so depressed all the time, and I say something inconsequential - it seems that I have to talk to him sometime. β
The next morning, in Sean's room, Lancy blushed and exclaimed, "I see." I've come to understand one thing completely, completely - there is at least one or more neuropathy in our family - either me, or my mother, or our whole family! β
"What the hell is going on, Lancy, what makes you angry like this?" Sean asked.
"What else could it be? I came home last night and tried to talk to my parents about the end of the world, but I had barely said a word when they impatiently interrupted me and said, 'Are you nervous about believing in such a boring thing?'" 'Tell you to study with Lu Hua and them, you only know how to make these messy halls, you can't get into college, that's the real end of the world' - God, I only know what it means to play the piano to the cow now! β
Sean comforted, "Forget it, Lancy. Since we can't communicate, let's not talk about it. You should also calm down and not be so angry. β
Lan Xi waved her hand: "Yes, I'm completely calmβI did blame my parentsβand from the fact that I was delusional about reaching some kind of communication or consensus with them, I should have understood that I was indeed crazy." β
"What about you? Kirton, how did you talk to your parents? Sean asked.
Kirton sighed in dismay, "It's similar to Lancy." All they cared about was what was going on around them, and before I even had time to go into details, they diverted the conversation elsewhere β and I could tell that even if I were to finish the whole thing, they would just treat it as a science fiction story. β
"What about you?" Sean turned to Lu Hua.
Lu Hua raised his eyebrows slightly: "I want to be a little better." My mom listened to the whole process patiently, at least. β
"And does she believe it?"
"Believe. It's justβ" Lu Hua said sadly, "so what if she believes it?" My mother's evaluation of this matter is only one sentence - 'Life and death are fate, wealth is in the sky.' She said that if the end of the world was really coming, it would be no choice. Why should we bother with mediocrity? β
"The grown--" Lancey almost growled, "aren't any of them imaginative or responsible!" It's unbelievable - according to your mother, the man is always going to die, and if he gets sick, he doesn't have to go to the hospital, so he can fend for himself at home! β
Lu Hua frowned and said, "Lan Qian, what's the use of you telling me this?" I tried to convince my mom, but to no avail - can I blame it? β
Kirton pressed his hand to his forehead and asked, "Sean, have you talked to your parents?" What do you think? β
"After talking, our family is still democratic." "I spent nearly an hour telling them in detail about what happened, and I showed them the book of poems, and they listened quite seriously." β
Sean was now the last hope, and the three of them looked at him together, and Kirton asked, "What about the result?" Do they believe it? β
Sean pouted: "How do you say that?" Suspiciously, my dad seemed more interested, and he asked me to take him to the library to see the two books when he had time. β
"Great!" Kirton slapped his thigh hard, "Isn't that exactly what we're hoping for!" As long as your president dad believes in this matter and uses his popularity to talk about it in major media, it will definitely attract everyone's attention! β
"Don't be too happy too soon." Sean said with a sad look on his face, "It's not as simple as you think, Kirton. First of all, I'm not sure if my dad was perfunctory when he said he would go to the library to see these two books. He was busy with all kinds of affairs every day, and when he was free, he didn't know what year or month he went; Second, he also said that he had believed in the end of the world in 1999, but it didn't happen β as if he wouldn't easily believe in such prophecies this time. β
"Didn't you explain it to him in detail? - This time is different from the 1999 one! There is all kinds of evidence that the fulfillment of this 'doomsday prophecy' is quite likely! β
"I told him, I told him, Kirton. But my dad hadn't experienced it as much as we did, so how could he feel it as strongly as we did? β
Kirton collapsed on the couch in frustration: "It's over, so to speak, we're all wiped out." β
Lu Hua persuaded: "Don't be so impatient, Kirton. Maybe things will turn around in a while. β
"After a while?" Kirton straightened up, looked at Lu Hua and said, "How did you tell me to spend this period of time?" I ask you, if you know that you have less than four years left in your life, can you still read and live as if nothing happened? In other words, if we don't get this right, everything else we're doing is in vain! β
Several people were silent for a moment, and Lancy said, "What Kirton said makes sense. Ever since I knew about it, I didn't care about anything else. I wondered, if I was going to die in 2012, what was the point of all the things I was doing now? INTERVIEWER We really can't take this matter lightly, and we must do our best to tell everyone that we should be as prepared as possible before disaster strikes. β
"However, when we tell our parents, they may not believe or value it, and if we tell other people, won't it be a joke?" Lu Hua said worriedly.
At this moment, Sean suddenly got up from the couch and pointed at the three of them. "I think of a person who should listen to us and believe and value it!"
"Who?" The three of them asked together.
"The director of that library." "Think about it, whether it's that book of poetry or the two books in the reading room, it's all found in that library. And the curator should be very familiar with the books in his library, and he may have read them before! Even if he hadn't read it, he had every reason to believe that the books we found in his library, and the contents of them, weren't unfounded - maybe he could help us! β
Kirton stood up suddenly: "Yes, you are so right! The curator can't even believe in his own books - it shouldn't be hard for us to convince him! β
"Then let's go now!" Lan Qian and Lu Hua stood up together.
"That's right, Lu Hua." Sean handed him the book of poems on his desk, "Take this and show it to the curator later." β
"Hmm." Lu Hua squeezed the book in his hand. Without hesitation, several people hurriedly left Sean's house and headed straight for the library.